Few days in my life turned out as good as today: the birth
of my children, the birth of my grandchildren, becoming a published author,
marrying the woman Fate had in mind, and a warm summer afternoon with my wife,
my dogs, and my fourth grandchild.
Maggie is babysitting her first grandchild today (my fourth),
and although he is not my blood, he is my grandchild nonetheless—#4 to be
exact. So today I sat back and watched Maggie take the persona of Grandmom, Nana,
Granny, and a multitude of other names for the one who delights in taking care
of their offspring’s offspring. I liken it to being happier than a pig in s#*!.
“Grandma.” The word evokes images of gray-haired old ladies
sitting in rockers, knitting shawls and blankets and sweaters. Not in my house.
Maggie is young. Younger than me. And beautiful. But she stresses about
babysitting her first-born grandson.
As the sun beat down on the backyard, Maggie directed me to
transplant the large beach-type umbrella covering the picnic table to the spot
where I set up the kiddie pool. It was easier than draining the pool, moving
it, and filling it again, so no problem.
Afterward I sat back on the back deck, taking in the blue of
the sky, the reach of the trees, and the perfect summer day God had given me to
enjoy the Blessings He had bestowed upon me: a good wife, my fourth grandchild,
a good living, a great dog, and health enough to appreciate it all.
I pray that our Lord similarly blesses all those reading
this blog.
Best Regards,
DB